The priestess, ringed by her walls of stone
Sits down alone, in a quiet zone.
Her Seeing views all deeds afar
From atop the mountain shrine.Do the patterned leaves speak to the air?
The trees are there. Their soughings fair.
She Seeing comes to walk afar
Then return to the mountain shrine.Through the air she comes and goes unseen
Through walls between, ethereal queen.
She Seeing within while still afar
Seated in the mountain shrine.And Seeing she has come to know
Where people go, the face they show.
By Seeing all yet from afar
From her seat in the mountain shrine.
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